I spent 7 years living and revolving my life around the people who I once called "family", only to be betrayed and left behind. No one wanted to take me in, so I went to the orphanage myself.


    That was the time I met a shy young boy who was the same age as I am, his name is Patrick. We spent most of our days together, and I started to like him. Never knew if he liked me back. Our friendship lasted for 8 years, ending on my 15th birthday...


    On the morning my 15th birthday, Patrick took me to a beautiful garden that i never knew existed. We danced and talked. When evening came, he gave me a brownie with whip cream and a candle and told me that whatever i wish for will come true. I blew the candle and told him what I longed for.


    "I wish that my future isn''t going to be as bad as my past..."This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    I fell asleep, and when I woke up, he was gone. Those were my last words before parting with my first love. Not a single word before he left.


    I started asking myself questions


    "What happened?"


    "Why didn''t he say anything?"


    "Why did he leave just like how my family did?"


    I asked myself these questions over and over for a few months and now, 10 years has passed. I found a job and started living alone, life is still giving me a hard time. I rarely have extra money for myself, I''m barely keeping up with my duties at work, and I live in a small cramped apartment.


    One ordinary day as I was walking on my way to work I heard a familiar voice calling my name.


    "Zoey....!!"


    "Hmm...?"


    I turned around to look for the person who kept calling my name, and to my surprise, I stopped hearing him call my name and started to hear my heart break...


    ~Part 1 End~